Reincarnated as a Dungeon Master, I Became Unstoppable by Doting on My Monsters—My Gorgeous Monsters Have Started to Conquer the World on Their Own!

Having mastered the language skills, another significant development in the works was the enhancement of foreign relations.

This entire situation began when Margarita of the fairy tribe informed me she had something to share.

“Master, perhaps due to the blessings of my birth as a fairy befriending the forest, I appear capable of speaking both beast and plant languages.”

Margarita said this, her hands twined around her waist, hesitating and fidgeting. Was she feeling proud yet embarrassed?

Margarita is a D-ranked unique monster known as “Racy.” She’s a gorgeous monster with a full-bodied figure. However, whether constrained by her Russian fairy namesake, her body is coated with bark, and there’s a significant hole in her back. Among the members of “Lagnel’s Labyrinth,” where many wear distinct clothing, she prefers commonly sold outfits; that day, she wore a pine-black knit fabric attire.

Impressed by her confession, I naturally praised her, “Isn’t that incredible?”

Indeed, being fluent in three languages implies she can serve as an interpreter. Furthermore, when she eventually ascends to goddess status, the idea of guiding three different species is genuinely remarkable.

While I was immersed in thoughts about such a distant future, she seemed to have a different agenda.

“So… I’d like to try communicating with the forest monsters… would that be okay?”

“!!??”

Her statement was utterly unexpected, like a bolt out of the blue. To think our monsters ever considered interacting with those outside.

Upon deeper discussion, it turned out that we were oblivious just because we only comprehended the Etena language. The forest monsters have been conversing in Hell or beast language.

… I’m relieved we haven’t been overly hostile. Still, I can’t help but feel creatures understanding languages might harbor deeper grudges.

“I believe Margarita can effectively communicate with monsters outside. In the future, maybe even scavenging will become safer.”

Margarita was always an intellectual woman. She had a keen interest in human psychology and negotiation techniques. While learning about romance, she had expressed a strong interest in my stories, given that I had studied psychology to some extent.

If she could effectively win over the forest monsters, we might be able to obtain DP (Dungeon Points) safely.

When I conveyed this thought to her, Margarita gleefully thrust out her chest and said,

“Master, might you entrust the ‘Expansion of Friendships for Safety in the Forest’ to me? I have some thoughts on the matter.”

Her statement was filled with an unusual confidence, not typical of the usually mature Margarita.

Thus began the opening of the “Lagnel’s Labyrinth” to the outside world.

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“Alright, I’ll leave it to you.”

Watching the retreating figure of the Master, a mix of emotions surged within me. I felt honored to have been entrusted with such a crucial task, but at the same time, the pain of being separated from the Master for some time left my heart in turmoil.

“So, what will you do?”

A voice came from behind her as she knelt.

Turning around, she found Saryu-chan leaning against the wall. The pose might have looked fabulous in a human, but the cute, tiny badger-type monster, Saryu-chan, looked more like a child trying to act grown-up. I remember being surprised by her use of polite language even before she received the language skill from me, as she always seemed earnest.

“It seemed you consulted the Master about interacting with the outside. Without telling the other companions… do you have some scheme?”

Ah, Saryu-chan. As serious as she is, she has a strangely sharp intuition.

“Nothing much, just reaching out to become friends with the forest monsters,” I replied without glancing back at her.

“So you’re intentionally planning a combat-ready situation?”

I knew she’d see through it. Making excuses now would be pointless. I can’t have her spilling weird stories to the Master.

“…The Master laments our emotional weakness and lack of knowledge. We can’t cause him any more worries. We need to obtain DP safely and fairly…”

With that, Saryu-chan stepped away from the wall and stood before me.

“The condition for authorized combat, Article 3… It’s permissible to kill villains who attack allies.”

And, as if she had committed it to memory, she recited the rule the Master had established.

…In the “Labyrinth of Lagnel,” the taboo set by the Master against injury and killing had stipulated four exceptions. Those who attempt to conquer the dungeon, those who aim to capture us, those who have mutually agreed to a duel, and… those who attack allies.

There might be loopholes, like placing treasure chests in the dungeon to lure people in or pretending to be weak to provoke a duel, but the master also prohibited such Mastercions. Yuuto-sama had once said that instigating through deception amounts to indirect murder. These strict rules weren’t because the Master wanted to deceive anyone. The magnificent Yuuto-sama set these rules, possibly to maintain our sound mental state.

“Margarita. You have now shown the intent to kill monsters from outside. Denying this would be nothing short of plotting against the Master.”

Plotting against the Master… huh? Had I not received teachings from the Master on controlling my emotions through psychology, I would probably be yelling at Saryu right now. Doubting my loyalty is akin to denying my very existence! After all, I have no value other than to dedicate myself entirely to the Master.

“Do you believe I am harboring doubts about the master?”

I shot her a challenging gaze. If she were to claim I had such doubts seriously, this wouldn’t remain a matter between the two of us. It would undoubtedly trouble the Master. I formed a smile implying, “You wouldn’t want that, would you?” But Saryu glared back at me.

…Her impulsiveness is genuinely problematic.

“No, I don’t doubt Margarita’s loyalty. However, I’m not sure if that loyalty extends to the teachings of our Master. It’s not just the Master himself who is great, but also his words, his scripture. They’re all magnificent.”

Amidst the “Labyrinth of Lagnel” monsters who quickly become emotional when thinking of the Master, only Saryu calmly spoke of her feelings towards him.

Having learned martial arts from her Master, her training had strengthened her mentality, preventing it from easily breaking.

“Oh? The Master always says that he can make mistakes, right?”

I felt irked by Saryu-chan’s attitude, as if she was implying she was the only one who truly understood the greatness of the Master, so I decided to refute her words.

“Only the Master has the right to correct the Master. You don’t have the right to decide if the Master’s words are wrong!”

However, before I could finish speaking, Saryu-chan bared her teeth and bristled. I take back what I said. She only loses her composure when the Master is negated.

…Forget it. It’s not like I wanted to make her angry.

“…Sigh. Just kidding. As the one who belongs to him, I wouldn’t deny the Master’s words, right?”

Indeed, the difficulty of being indirectly prohibited from killing is high. Indeed, being the top-tier dungeon master that he is, the commands our Master gives are complex.

But, considering our Master’s feelings, there might be ways.

“The master entrusted us with several wishes, but the main one is to ‘raise [us] like goddesses,’ isn’t it? Other commands are merely guidance to help fulfill that main wish. So, if the method of killing brings us closer to being goddess-like, it wouldn’t betray our Master.”

Everything is for our Master.

However, our Master fears that we might become battle-hungry. We are killing living beings for DP, strengthening ourselves, and then killing again. Even I understand how impoverished such a life is.

“That’s why, if we seek ease and take lives while saving many others, we should be able to fight without causing our master any worries.”

We won’t degenerate into battle maniacs as long as we adhere to this. We can engage in glorious battles filled with joy. Ah… our Master’s words are always correct and beautiful…

However, while I was profoundly cherishing the Master’s excellence, Sayu-chan, oblivious to the mood, calmly stated her opposing view.

“While you have a point, the Master also mentioned this. To satisfy the conditions for combat permission, deceiving and luring the enemy with lies is also prohibited.”

Saryu-chan seems like the concept of a ‘program’ the Master once spoke of. She might be doing her utmost to process the Master’s orders within her without contradicting them.

However, if such a mechanical rebuttal defeated me, I’d be unworthy of being Master’s possession.

Just as Saryu-chan learned combat from Master and Clarymond-chan was taught military strategy by him, I was instructed in negotiation and the intricacies of the heart.

… I must utilize this knowledge to repay Master’s benevolence.

Approaching Saryu-chan, standing defiantly before me, I slowly embraced her, signaling she wasn’t an enemy.

“Saryu-chan? We indeed need friends, right? I have already been assigned a mission by the Master. Have you thought about the current state of this forest? Even if we tried to resolve things solely through peaceful dialogues, to’ expand friendly relations with the goal of safety in the forest’ entrusted by Master, conflicts will inevitably arise, won’t they?”

Saryu-chan, who prioritizes Master’s words above all, can’t possibly deny this when she knows I’ve been assigned such a task.

Hearing my words, Saryu-chan touched her chin, pondered momentarily, and murmured, “I see. Okay then.” Is she acting like she’s part of the military police or something? Or maybe a moral committee member?

I waved with a smile at Saryu-chan as she walked away.

A moment later, recalling what I intended to do next, I felt nauseous.

Oh. Indeed, as Saryu-chan said, what I’m about to do might even manipulate Master’s emotions, which feels vile. It makes me sick to my stomach.

But then…

“Don’t worry. It’s my duty as the Master to nurture everyone.”

Saying this, the beloved Lord Wit, who was killed and crawled out of the dungeon core… remembering his pitiable form, I clenched my fist tightly.

I noticed that from my strained fist, blood dripped onto the floor, drop by drop.

Every time I remember the smile Lord Wit gave us, even when facing death by enemies, my vision flickers, and I feel as if all the blood has been drained from my body.

Ah, my Master. My dear Master.

Every time I see Master being attacked by the small creatures of the forest without resisting, the agony I feel is more painful than if my own body were being torn apart.

The joy of being protected and loved by Master, and the pain of knowing that I’m putting him in harm’s way for my sake.

Such emotions are numerous, but…

“Isn’t it too cruel that we can’t even seek revenge on those who killed the one we love?”

Master said that he would remove all rules once our intelligence reached C-rank. Most of these rules only bring me joy, as I feel bound by my beloved Master. There’s no feeling of restriction in that.

However, those shameless ones who take advantage of the Master’s kindness must be exterminated. We need to elevate our intelligence to C-rank quickly, and I only seek Master’s permission for revenge. Revenge only against those great sinners who oppose Master.

As the first step of my plan, I started categorizing the creatures in the forest into two types: the worthless scum that deserves the most painful death for attacking the defenseless Master and the dull scum that hasn’t offered their flesh and blood to Master.